Fic: Impulse | Star Trek TOS/Firefly | Enterprise/Serenity | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Impulse
Fandom: Star Trek TOS/Firefly
Pairing: Enterprise/Serenity (anthropomorfic)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,180
Prompt: For Porn Battle IX: (no prompts given); For Porn Battle XII: glow, engines, shine, hum, crew, leather, rendezvous
Summary: When Enterprise meets a scrappy little ship named Serenity in a bar in a backwater sector of the galaxy, her evening starts to look promising.
Disclaimer: Paramount, CBS, & Fox own everything, darnit.
Author's Notes: Part 1 is posted here on PB IX, and Part 2 is posted here PB XII. How's that for a delay?
Impulse
The bar on the southern continent of the out-of-the-way little world in the mostly-backwater sector is packed with customers of all shapes and sizes by the time Enterprise glides on in, scanning the room as she enters, full of confidence borne of a hundred other nights that started out the same way. There's never any predicting what each night will bring, of course. Could wind up anything from peaceful negotiations to madcap liquored-up adventures to full-scale assault upon her body, so it pays to be prepared for everything and keep a keen eye open for trouble.
Luckily, even with a full house-no Warbirds or Tholian cruisers to speak of, thank goodness-the bar isn't too loud, the crowd mostly mellow, probably from the smoke hanging in the air. Taking a cautious sniff as she gets to the bar and finds an open stool, she notes the slightly hazy feeling that accompanies that breath, deciding to proceed with the usual caution but letting her shields down just a little as a show of good faith. Not so much her place to complain about how things are run around here, anyway; 'When in Rome', and all that. Heck, if she's on her mark, the smoke probably keeps the incidence of violence around here down to a minimum.
“Romulan Ale, please,” she orders once she gets the bartender's attention. It's after hours, and this is a therapeutic trip, so what's the harm? One glass won't give her crew a hangover.
“One for me, too,” another customer says next to her, and Enterprise turns to find a petite brunette leaning against the bar on her elbows, hands clasped.
The small ship has angular features, but she's just a little curvy, where it counts, and has a few piercings and a tattoo snaking up the side of her neck from beneath the collar of her brown leather duster. Her hair is cropped short and slicked back, and she's got a mischievous gleam in her golden-brown eyes that Enterprise knows all too well.
“Serenity,” the brunette introduces herself with a cock-sure tilt of her chin.
“Enterprise,” she returns as the bartender sets two glasses of neon blue liquor in front of them, and she takes a quick sip to give herself a chance to finish looking over Serenity, noticing a few scars on her face and hands, one large one covered by the tattoo on her neck. It's pretty clear that this ship has been around the block, and Enterprise can relate.
For her part, Serenity continues to give her that mischievous look, and after a long swallow of her own drink, she leans forward just a little more on her forearms. “This is gonna sound totally cliché, but what's a classy ship like you doin' in a run-down little dive like this? Thought you Starfleet types kept to the pleasure planets and uncharted systems.”
Enterprise can't help but laugh. Definitely a scrapper, this one. “Been there, done that. Some of it isn't so pretty, so I figured a little peace and quiet might be a nice change of pace.”
“Well, you found a good place for it, if that's what you're after. Just watch where you flash that shiny call sign; some folks around here get a little jumpy when the 'fleet shows up.”
“Not a problem. I'm on shore leave, and I've got no beef with anyone here,” she replies, tugging on her own light, silvery jacket to hide the numbers and letters emblazoned above her breast. Her make and model she can't hide, even with civvies, but a little discretion goes a long way. “Besides, it wouldn't do to go busting up anyone's fun when I'm sitting here drinking illegal contraband, myself.”
“Point,” Serenity grins, before taking another swallow of her own drink. “So, tell me your story. You said you've been there, done that. You certainly don't look it.”
Preening a little at the compliment, Enterprise arches her back just a little, letting her nacelles speak for themselves. “Well, it's mostly refit work, but you'd never know it. A good paint job and a few weeks in spacedock can do wonders for the mind, body, and soul. After that second five-year mission, a little hands-on work at Utopia Planitia went a long way to healing a decade of damage.”
Serenity whistles low at that. “Not bad. I certainly haven't had the kind of work you have, but I've got a lot of hands-on experience, anyway.”
And naturally, that's when Serenity's hand lands on Enterprise's hip, the warmth of small fingers curling around her slowly. Maybe it's the smoke talking, probably the Romulan Ale, but Enterprise can't-and doesn't want to-stop the words that tumble from her mouth. “Is there someplace around here we can go?”
The grin that moves over Serenity's face is wicked and wild and exactly what Enterprise had hoped to find here. Draining the last of her Ale, the tiny ship flicks a few credits onto the bar from seemingly out of nowhere, enough to pay for both drinks, then reaches up to brush back an errant lock of Enterprise's long, platinum hair. “I know just the place, and drinks are on me, so let's punch it.”
~*~*~
The little docking slip that Serenity leads them to is just a few blocks from the bar, even further out of the way of the main drag, and has a neon sign over the office with two of the letters buzzing on and off intermittently. It's nothing fancy, by any stretch of the imagination, but it seems cozy enough, and not entirely low class. Sure, it doesn't hold a candle to Enterprise's slip at Starbase 1, but the room is clean, the linens and curtains are gauzy and soft, and there's a hint of some sort of jasmine perfume hanging in the air.
It takes Enterprise a moment to realize that that's Serenity's scent as the small ship shrugs off her duster, dropping it across the back of a chair, and a waft of the perfume drifts her way with the swing of the coat. Somehow, it doesn't surprise her in the slightest, and anyway, it just amps up her attraction to the ship by about a factor of four. Slipping off her own silvery, thin jacket, she steps right into Serenity's personal space and places the garment neatly over the leather duster, making just the barest mental note of the beautiful contrast of the colors and materials as she keeps her gaze trained on her companion's.
Enterprise knows she has intense blue eyes, ringed in a pale gray that sometimes looks silver in the right light, so when Serenity sucks in a surprised-delighted?-gasp at both the sight of them and her sudden proximity, she can't help the smile that tugs up at the corner of her mouth. This close, she can almost taste the jasmine, can definitely smell a little lingering engine oil and leather, and it's absolutely intoxicating, like the best head rush from really good-quality dilithium.
“Gonna stand there gaping like an Aldebaran shellmouth?” she teases, gaze roaming over those curves and angles that define the smaller ship's class; Serenity's a Firefly, a tough little work-ship with a hell of a lot of power in the engine room. It almost makes Enterprise feel a little guilty for being so much larger that the smaller craft has to crane her neck just to look at her directly. She's fully aware that she can be just a tad bit intimidating sometimes, and even though that's how she gets the upper hand with some vessels-superior size, superior firepower-that's not a game she wants to play here, at least, not any more than this.
“Definitely not,” Serenity answers, just the barest hint of a hitch in her breath, that tiniest bit of uncertainty half-buried beneath layers of cocky attitude, and that's all the impetus Enterprise needs.
“Good,” she fires back before lowering her head to meet Serenity halfway, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. She gets her hands around the smaller ship's waist, narrow and strong, muscles jumping just under the skin, and pulls her in close, feels the strength there and the heat and pulse of her engine as it thrums smoothly.
A hand wraps around the back of her neck, fingers threading through blonde curls and gripping tight to intensify the kiss, Serenity's other hand finding her bicep and squeezing through her shirt sleeve, and then the smaller vessel is backing them toward the bed, corralling Enterprise with careful steps until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.
Enterprise has no choice but to go down with the motion, taking Serenity with her, and their landing is soft on the bed, not enough to jostle their crews too much, but enough to pull a bubbling laugh from them both, breaking their kiss with shared smiles.
“My compliments to your pilot,” Enterprise murmurs close, before darting in for another quick kiss and a nip to Serenity's lower lip.
“To yours, too,” Serenity grins, sitting up and straddling the larger ship while she strips her top off over her head to reveal a taut torso and pert nacelles that sport their own compliment of scars. Reaching back down, she finds the hem of Enterprise's top and tugs, helping her to strip it off and even the score. “My, my,” she coos, grazing her hands down Enterprise's chest and drawing out a long, shivering gasp. “I haven't seen a refit this nice since the war.”
Unable to help a faint blush-that Romulan Ale works fast, she recalls absently-Enterprise wriggles beneath the smaller ship and returns the favor with a brush of her hands up Serenity's torso, lingering on those little upturned nacelles with a few tiny flicks to her sensors. “Hey, battle scars are badges of honor, in my book. And yours are gorgeous.”
A hearty laugh, and Serenity's eyes gleam a little brighter, golden and glowing. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says as she leans down close to whisper in Enterprise's ear. “Now, how's about we lose the boots and pants?”
“I couldn't agree more,” Enterprise whispers back, maneuvering them both over to get them stripped down. A little burst of warp, and they make quick work of the rest of their clothes, all of it tossed away for now, to be picked up on the return trip.
Serenity trembles as Enterprise settles back down against her, entwining their legs and pushing one of Serenity's up and out.
“Flexible, I like it,” Enterprise says, canting her hips against the smaller ship's. She only wishes she could do that; with her more rigid frame, she's lucky she hasn't busted a power-conduit by now. But that's neither here nor there, as Enterprise has experience enough to more than make up for it. She might shake a little at high warp, but she's got the moves to make it worthwhile. Leaning close, she kisses Serenity deeply, entwining their tongues together as they start to move together, port to port.
Writhing a little beneath her, Serenity tugs her even closer, and with a roll of her hips, seals them together, airtight. Enterprise can't help sighing into their kiss at the perfect pressure and friction, the room suddenly gone hot as their cores begin to heat up, their engines beginning to thrum with their pleasure.
A harder rocking of her hips, and Enterprise works a hand down to stroke them both, all but wrapped completely around the little ship, her sensors swimming and maxing out. It only takes a few moments before Serenity starts to buck beneath her, her core overheated, and with a shout, the smaller ship tenses, the stuttering of her hips dragging her port against Enterprise's, slick and pulsing. That's enough to pull Enterprise along with her, her entire frame shivering with overload, waves of release coursing through her EPS to light up every inch of her skin with the brilliant flare of completion.
Their senses whited out with static, the two ships collapse together on the bed, sated, breaths loud in erstwhile silence of the room. Recovery comes slowly, with Enterprise slipping free of Serenity, wrapping her up in trembling arms, a compliment of kisses traded between them.
“Mmm, I gotta pick up Starfleet gals more often,” Serenity chuckles breathlessly, running her fingers through platinum hair, and Enterprise grins, nuzzling into her neck.
“We're not all so free-spirited. But I've got one hell of a captain and crew. You must, too, considering.”
A heartier laugh, and Serenity curls closer into her embrace. “Oh yes. Not much they won't do, if it needs doin'. On repeat, if necessary,” she adds, eyebrow raised suggestively.
“Oh really?” Enterprise says, looking up to catch that glowing amber gaze. After that encounter, she certainly isn't looking to leave yet, the pull of Serenity's tractor beam stronger than she would've guessed. “I suppose there's nothing wrong with extended first contact.”
Shifting against Serenity, Enterprise catches her lips in a deep kiss. She can afford to stay the night, and if morning finds them parting ways for good, well, they can just tug on their boots side by side, trade comm IDs, and get underway, impulse engines recharged and shore leave a fond memory.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Star Trek TOS/Firefly
Pairing: Enterprise/Serenity (anthropomorfic)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,180
Prompt: For Porn Battle IX: (no prompts given); For Porn Battle XII: glow, engines, shine, hum, crew, leather, rendezvous
Summary: When Enterprise meets a scrappy little ship named Serenity in a bar in a backwater sector of the galaxy, her evening starts to look promising.
Disclaimer: Paramount, CBS, & Fox own everything, darnit.
Author's Notes: Part 1 is posted here on PB IX, and Part 2 is posted here PB XII. How's that for a delay?
Impulse
The bar on the southern continent of the out-of-the-way little world in the mostly-backwater sector is packed with customers of all shapes and sizes by the time Enterprise glides on in, scanning the room as she enters, full of confidence borne of a hundred other nights that started out the same way. There's never any predicting what each night will bring, of course. Could wind up anything from peaceful negotiations to madcap liquored-up adventures to full-scale assault upon her body, so it pays to be prepared for everything and keep a keen eye open for trouble.
Luckily, even with a full house-no Warbirds or Tholian cruisers to speak of, thank goodness-the bar isn't too loud, the crowd mostly mellow, probably from the smoke hanging in the air. Taking a cautious sniff as she gets to the bar and finds an open stool, she notes the slightly hazy feeling that accompanies that breath, deciding to proceed with the usual caution but letting her shields down just a little as a show of good faith. Not so much her place to complain about how things are run around here, anyway; 'When in Rome', and all that. Heck, if she's on her mark, the smoke probably keeps the incidence of violence around here down to a minimum.
“Romulan Ale, please,” she orders once she gets the bartender's attention. It's after hours, and this is a therapeutic trip, so what's the harm? One glass won't give her crew a hangover.
“One for me, too,” another customer says next to her, and Enterprise turns to find a petite brunette leaning against the bar on her elbows, hands clasped.
The small ship has angular features, but she's just a little curvy, where it counts, and has a few piercings and a tattoo snaking up the side of her neck from beneath the collar of her brown leather duster. Her hair is cropped short and slicked back, and she's got a mischievous gleam in her golden-brown eyes that Enterprise knows all too well.
“Serenity,” the brunette introduces herself with a cock-sure tilt of her chin.
“Enterprise,” she returns as the bartender sets two glasses of neon blue liquor in front of them, and she takes a quick sip to give herself a chance to finish looking over Serenity, noticing a few scars on her face and hands, one large one covered by the tattoo on her neck. It's pretty clear that this ship has been around the block, and Enterprise can relate.
For her part, Serenity continues to give her that mischievous look, and after a long swallow of her own drink, she leans forward just a little more on her forearms. “This is gonna sound totally cliché, but what's a classy ship like you doin' in a run-down little dive like this? Thought you Starfleet types kept to the pleasure planets and uncharted systems.”
Enterprise can't help but laugh. Definitely a scrapper, this one. “Been there, done that. Some of it isn't so pretty, so I figured a little peace and quiet might be a nice change of pace.”
“Well, you found a good place for it, if that's what you're after. Just watch where you flash that shiny call sign; some folks around here get a little jumpy when the 'fleet shows up.”
“Not a problem. I'm on shore leave, and I've got no beef with anyone here,” she replies, tugging on her own light, silvery jacket to hide the numbers and letters emblazoned above her breast. Her make and model she can't hide, even with civvies, but a little discretion goes a long way. “Besides, it wouldn't do to go busting up anyone's fun when I'm sitting here drinking illegal contraband, myself.”
“Point,” Serenity grins, before taking another swallow of her own drink. “So, tell me your story. You said you've been there, done that. You certainly don't look it.”
Preening a little at the compliment, Enterprise arches her back just a little, letting her nacelles speak for themselves. “Well, it's mostly refit work, but you'd never know it. A good paint job and a few weeks in spacedock can do wonders for the mind, body, and soul. After that second five-year mission, a little hands-on work at Utopia Planitia went a long way to healing a decade of damage.”
Serenity whistles low at that. “Not bad. I certainly haven't had the kind of work you have, but I've got a lot of hands-on experience, anyway.”
And naturally, that's when Serenity's hand lands on Enterprise's hip, the warmth of small fingers curling around her slowly. Maybe it's the smoke talking, probably the Romulan Ale, but Enterprise can't-and doesn't want to-stop the words that tumble from her mouth. “Is there someplace around here we can go?”
The grin that moves over Serenity's face is wicked and wild and exactly what Enterprise had hoped to find here. Draining the last of her Ale, the tiny ship flicks a few credits onto the bar from seemingly out of nowhere, enough to pay for both drinks, then reaches up to brush back an errant lock of Enterprise's long, platinum hair. “I know just the place, and drinks are on me, so let's punch it.”
~*~*~
The little docking slip that Serenity leads them to is just a few blocks from the bar, even further out of the way of the main drag, and has a neon sign over the office with two of the letters buzzing on and off intermittently. It's nothing fancy, by any stretch of the imagination, but it seems cozy enough, and not entirely low class. Sure, it doesn't hold a candle to Enterprise's slip at Starbase 1, but the room is clean, the linens and curtains are gauzy and soft, and there's a hint of some sort of jasmine perfume hanging in the air.
It takes Enterprise a moment to realize that that's Serenity's scent as the small ship shrugs off her duster, dropping it across the back of a chair, and a waft of the perfume drifts her way with the swing of the coat. Somehow, it doesn't surprise her in the slightest, and anyway, it just amps up her attraction to the ship by about a factor of four. Slipping off her own silvery, thin jacket, she steps right into Serenity's personal space and places the garment neatly over the leather duster, making just the barest mental note of the beautiful contrast of the colors and materials as she keeps her gaze trained on her companion's.
Enterprise knows she has intense blue eyes, ringed in a pale gray that sometimes looks silver in the right light, so when Serenity sucks in a surprised-delighted?-gasp at both the sight of them and her sudden proximity, she can't help the smile that tugs up at the corner of her mouth. This close, she can almost taste the jasmine, can definitely smell a little lingering engine oil and leather, and it's absolutely intoxicating, like the best head rush from really good-quality dilithium.
“Gonna stand there gaping like an Aldebaran shellmouth?” she teases, gaze roaming over those curves and angles that define the smaller ship's class; Serenity's a Firefly, a tough little work-ship with a hell of a lot of power in the engine room. It almost makes Enterprise feel a little guilty for being so much larger that the smaller craft has to crane her neck just to look at her directly. She's fully aware that she can be just a tad bit intimidating sometimes, and even though that's how she gets the upper hand with some vessels-superior size, superior firepower-that's not a game she wants to play here, at least, not any more than this.
“Definitely not,” Serenity answers, just the barest hint of a hitch in her breath, that tiniest bit of uncertainty half-buried beneath layers of cocky attitude, and that's all the impetus Enterprise needs.
“Good,” she fires back before lowering her head to meet Serenity halfway, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. She gets her hands around the smaller ship's waist, narrow and strong, muscles jumping just under the skin, and pulls her in close, feels the strength there and the heat and pulse of her engine as it thrums smoothly.
A hand wraps around the back of her neck, fingers threading through blonde curls and gripping tight to intensify the kiss, Serenity's other hand finding her bicep and squeezing through her shirt sleeve, and then the smaller vessel is backing them toward the bed, corralling Enterprise with careful steps until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.
Enterprise has no choice but to go down with the motion, taking Serenity with her, and their landing is soft on the bed, not enough to jostle their crews too much, but enough to pull a bubbling laugh from them both, breaking their kiss with shared smiles.
“My compliments to your pilot,” Enterprise murmurs close, before darting in for another quick kiss and a nip to Serenity's lower lip.
“To yours, too,” Serenity grins, sitting up and straddling the larger ship while she strips her top off over her head to reveal a taut torso and pert nacelles that sport their own compliment of scars. Reaching back down, she finds the hem of Enterprise's top and tugs, helping her to strip it off and even the score. “My, my,” she coos, grazing her hands down Enterprise's chest and drawing out a long, shivering gasp. “I haven't seen a refit this nice since the war.”
Unable to help a faint blush-that Romulan Ale works fast, she recalls absently-Enterprise wriggles beneath the smaller ship and returns the favor with a brush of her hands up Serenity's torso, lingering on those little upturned nacelles with a few tiny flicks to her sensors. “Hey, battle scars are badges of honor, in my book. And yours are gorgeous.”
A hearty laugh, and Serenity's eyes gleam a little brighter, golden and glowing. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says as she leans down close to whisper in Enterprise's ear. “Now, how's about we lose the boots and pants?”
“I couldn't agree more,” Enterprise whispers back, maneuvering them both over to get them stripped down. A little burst of warp, and they make quick work of the rest of their clothes, all of it tossed away for now, to be picked up on the return trip.
Serenity trembles as Enterprise settles back down against her, entwining their legs and pushing one of Serenity's up and out.
“Flexible, I like it,” Enterprise says, canting her hips against the smaller ship's. She only wishes she could do that; with her more rigid frame, she's lucky she hasn't busted a power-conduit by now. But that's neither here nor there, as Enterprise has experience enough to more than make up for it. She might shake a little at high warp, but she's got the moves to make it worthwhile. Leaning close, she kisses Serenity deeply, entwining their tongues together as they start to move together, port to port.
Writhing a little beneath her, Serenity tugs her even closer, and with a roll of her hips, seals them together, airtight. Enterprise can't help sighing into their kiss at the perfect pressure and friction, the room suddenly gone hot as their cores begin to heat up, their engines beginning to thrum with their pleasure.
A harder rocking of her hips, and Enterprise works a hand down to stroke them both, all but wrapped completely around the little ship, her sensors swimming and maxing out. It only takes a few moments before Serenity starts to buck beneath her, her core overheated, and with a shout, the smaller ship tenses, the stuttering of her hips dragging her port against Enterprise's, slick and pulsing. That's enough to pull Enterprise along with her, her entire frame shivering with overload, waves of release coursing through her EPS to light up every inch of her skin with the brilliant flare of completion.
Their senses whited out with static, the two ships collapse together on the bed, sated, breaths loud in erstwhile silence of the room. Recovery comes slowly, with Enterprise slipping free of Serenity, wrapping her up in trembling arms, a compliment of kisses traded between them.
“Mmm, I gotta pick up Starfleet gals more often,” Serenity chuckles breathlessly, running her fingers through platinum hair, and Enterprise grins, nuzzling into her neck.
“We're not all so free-spirited. But I've got one hell of a captain and crew. You must, too, considering.”
A heartier laugh, and Serenity curls closer into her embrace. “Oh yes. Not much they won't do, if it needs doin'. On repeat, if necessary,” she adds, eyebrow raised suggestively.
“Oh really?” Enterprise says, looking up to catch that glowing amber gaze. After that encounter, she certainly isn't looking to leave yet, the pull of Serenity's tractor beam stronger than she would've guessed. “I suppose there's nothing wrong with extended first contact.”
Shifting against Serenity, Enterprise catches her lips in a deep kiss. She can afford to stay the night, and if morning finds them parting ways for good, well, they can just tug on their boots side by side, trade comm IDs, and get underway, impulse engines recharged and shore leave a fond memory.
~*~*~*~